He wandered about the FrostGrinder, observing its intricate workings and designs. He ran a hand along the wall as he walked along, and couldn't help but think how primitive it was compared to the BiFrost.

The metal was cool, and it felt good against his skin. He could hear his brother's booming voice echoing through the metallic hallways. His brother was down in the meeting room seated at a large table discussing some sort of matter of importance with the Vani. When he heard soft footfalls behind him, he turned smiling, ready to give a quip when Sif interrupted.

"Follow me, there's something I want to show you…"

She brushed past him equally fast, heading toward an arch in the hallway up ahead. He followed, eyeing her suspiciously. He had a feeling that something was not quite right, but his curiosity won over, and he continued to follow her as they began ascending a tall and winding staircase.

When the staircase finally came to an end, it opened up into a large rooftop, which overlooked the entire rainforest, including the FrostGrinder. He had to admit, that Vanaheim was beautiful. It wasn't as beautiful as standing on the balcony in the palace overlooking Asgard, but it sure came close.

He shook his head to rid himself of the melancholy thoughts and longing.

Sif stopped at a railing, leaning against it gently and looking back at him in a way that beckoned him toward her. He walked over beside her, leaning against the railing beside her and gazing out at the view. He smirked, gazing at her out of the corner of his eye, "So, what am I doing up here, and what are you showing me?"

She gazed back at him, "Look at this view…" She gestured outward.

He gazed around, and chuckled dryly, "Yeah, it's something…" He was suspicious. Sif didn't like him. He knew this…Something kept telling him to leave, get out of there…but he ignored it.

"It's beautiful," She whispered, glancing at him shyly, "Kinda like you…"

He was taken aback, aghast. What had she said? This admission went against everything he knew about her. He was a snake in her eyes, a monster, every kind of disgusting thing and now she thought he was pretty?

He giggled nervously, shaking his head and straightening up, facing her, "Ok, what have you been drinking; my brother's mead?"

She straightened, inching toward him slowly, "Nothing, I simply speak the truth."

He stood still as she moved, rooted to the spot by a morbid curiosity. She moved even closer still until she was flush up against him. It was strange to have someone this close to him, and he couldn't deny the pleasant feeling it sent through him.

"In truth I didn't bring you up here to show you something. I brought you up here to tell you something…" She brought a hand up to his chest, caressing him gently, fisting some of his robe in her hand tightly.

He gazed down at her, silver tongue stuck for a moment.

She looked up into his eyes, "You know what they say about children in love," She giggled girlishly, looking away shyly, "they pick on each other."

He couldn't find the words to speak to her. Did she know what she was asking of him? "You know what I am…"

She nodded, pressing a cheek to his chest, "I've come to like Frost Giants, I think."

When he opened his mouth to answer her, she kissed him gently, their lips locking. She kissed him gently and slowly, sweet. He froze at first, but kissed her back gently after a moment, deciding for now to go along with whatever she was doing.

She pulled away slowly, putting her lips close to his ear, "There was one more thing I wanted to tell you…"

"What is it, my dear Lady Sif?"

"Goodbye, Loki."

Before he had a chance to question her statement, she began to force him backward with great force.

"What are you-" The railing of the tower hit his back painfully, and he attempted to cling to her when his body began tipping over the edge.

"Wait, no, no!"

She heaved the rest of his body over the railing with another forceful push. His body plummeted like a stone. A feral and infuriated scream tore itself from his throat, echoing loudly. At some point his body began to somersault, and each glimpse he caught of the ground got closer and closer.

He raged and seethed, anger and fury and resentment and hatred erupted inside of him. Fear grabbed his throat in a chokehold, and his eyes threatened to spill tears, as he continued to fall.

He could feel bile rise up into his throat, and for a moment he thought he might vomit.

And then he crashed through the straw roof of a Skraeling's hut.